Horamick didn't stay long at the Roselle Memorial Exhibition. After exchanging a few words with Cyril, he left straight away, like an official passing through on an inspection.
But after Horamick left, Cyril keenly noticed that the Royal Museum had gained quite a few more security guards.
...Looks like those guards won't be leaving anytime soon. Have I just made things harder for Klein, who's planning to steal the Card of Blasphemy tonight?
As he pondered this, he followed the crowd to the recreated section of Roselle's study. Before long, he spotted half of a bookmark sticking out from a stack of yellowed manuscripts.
The bookmark showed a simple sketch of Roselle dressed as an emperor. Neither Spirit Vision nor his own True Vision revealed anything unusual about it.
Even so, his instincts told him this was the Card of Blasphemy Roselle had hidden as a bookmark—the Black Emperor Card!
He stood in front of the stack of manuscripts and studied it curiously for a while, until a voice suddenly spoke behind him:
"Is there anything special about this stack of manuscripts?"
"Huh?" He instinctively turned around and saw the woman again. She wore an olive-green dress and an old-fashioned black bonnet.
Behind the fine mesh veil was a face he remembered fairly well: Emperor Roselle's eldest daughter, Queen Mystic Bernadette.
When he didn't answer, Bernadette asked again:
"You've been standing in front of these manuscripts for quite a while. Is there something special about them?"
After a two-second silence, Cyril chose his words carefully.
"Emperor Roselle's manuscripts are special enough in their own right, aren't they? And these are the originals."
"How do you know they're the originals?" Bernadette pressed.
Cyril paused. He felt that Bernadette was unusually fixated on the question, but so that Klein's theft that night